I cannot apologize enough, Sports Fans, for my prolonged absence. I just looked at my last post–over 8 months ago. For a self-styled writer, that is unforgivable. Some of my self-imposed exile was deliberate, some just life getting in the way. Still, I feel both of my regular readers (OK, all three) deserve an explanation. Notice I said “explanation.” There is no excuse.
The deliberate part of my silence was because I was going through a divorce. Don’t tell me you’re sorry. I’m not. It’s the best thing I’ve done in a long time. It’s not that I didn’t try to make my marriage work; I busted my ass and bent over backwards for 24 years trying to make it work. I sacrificed everything, including a great deal of my soul. I had my reasons for staying with the ex long after I knew the marriage had become a sham. When I finally said “enough is enough,” I came to find out I had almost waited too long to end it. While the divorce was pending, I decided it was best not to air anything in public. “Anything you say can and will be used against you…, etc.”
Then when it was all over, I was just freakin’ busy. Work had accelerated to a breakneck pace. Mom had a cancer scare. My son spent two weeks in the UK, having the time of his life and falling in love with the city of London. Although I wasn’t really looking, I met someone wonderful, and am still trying to figure out where that will go. My mom and dad moved in, my daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter got their own place, and my good friends Instinct and Intuition moved in for a little while they get settled in nice, sane Redlandia.
That’s the Reader’s Digest version of the last 8 months. I’m off now to help unload I-squared’s truck and hopefully eke out a few hours with someone special. I promise not to be gone so long again.